I Won Eighty-Nine Million Euros—Then My Son Asked When I Was Finally Leaving

I folded laundry.

I picked up my granddaughter Inés from school every afternoon.

I helped pay for groceries with my pension.

I made myself useful because useful people are harder to throw away.

At least that’s what I told myself.

Then, two weeks before everything changed, I bought a lottery ticket.

Not because I expected anything.

Because it was what my husband and I used to do every Friday.

A habit.

A memory.